The piercing cold winds blow o'er paddocks brown and bare;
Leaner and leaner grow the stock on winter fare;
The ribs of horses show 'neath rough coats void of sheen
As on they vainly go searching for grasses green.
The earth now takes her rest, till sounds the voice of Spring;
The cold winds from the West but fleeting sadness bring.
But sadness from my heart no Spring will e'er remove;
Summer is but a part of winter, O my love!
If I ne'er see again the love-light in your eyes
The sun shines all in vain in blue unclouded skies;
Cold shall my heart remain till life within me dies.
First published in The Queenslander, 21 July 1894
Author reference site: Austlit
See also.
Leaner and leaner grow the stock on winter fare;
The ribs of horses show 'neath rough coats void of sheen
As on they vainly go searching for grasses green.
The earth now takes her rest, till sounds the voice of Spring;
The cold winds from the West but fleeting sadness bring.
But sadness from my heart no Spring will e'er remove;
Summer is but a part of winter, O my love!
If I ne'er see again the love-light in your eyes
The sun shines all in vain in blue unclouded skies;
Cold shall my heart remain till life within me dies.
First published in The Queenslander, 21 July 1894
Author reference site: Austlit
See also.
